When LAN qianzhen heard Bai qingmei's words, she was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly replied,""No, no need. I can cook by myself."
She didn't dare to let Bai qingmei cook for her.
In front of him, her aura would always weaken, and she could not even speak fluently.
It was fine at school, but now they were in a villa, and the atmosphere was too ambiguous.
Bai qingmei looked at the potatoes that LAN qianzhen was cutting, and she couldn't bear to look at them.
"I'll do it, it'll be done in a while,"he insisted.
Bai qingmei then walked to LAN qianzhen's side and took the knife from her hand, preparing to cut the vegetables.
As LAN qianzhen stood in front of the cutting board, she felt as if she was being wrapped in Bai qingmei's arms.
He was very tall, and she looked so petite.
Furthermore, when Bai qingmei took the knife from her, their fingers inevitably touched.
LAN qianzhen felt like she was being scalded.
